I don’t think there’s been a movie this year packed with more sweet little moments than “Enough Said.”

The Julia Louis-Dreyfus/James Gandolfini romantic comedy is filled with writer/director Nicole Holofcener’s keenly observed behavior: A woman chuckles with silly pleasure at a man’s use of the outdated term, “pocketbook.” A mom and daughter sit on the daughter’s bed just before she leaves for college, wordlessly trying to pack 18 years of memories into a minute. Parents struggle not to cry as they leave their daughter at the airport. Having just made love, a woman says, “I’m tired of being funny.” “Me, too,” her partner agrees, to which she replies, “But you’re not funny.”

Holofcener, who also made “Friends With Money” and “Please Give,” has a gift for finding qualities we didn’t know existed in familiar performers. Louis-Dreyfus is still very funny/awkward in “Enough Said,” which is something of a specialty of hers, but she’s also completely believable as a befuddled massage therapist who knows her life is on the brink of something but can’t figure out what. And Gandolfini is warm and soulful as Louis-Dreyfus’ lover, who seems to be a perfect fit until she realizes he is the ex-husband of a new friend (Catherine Keener), who has nothing good to say about him.

Even the minor characters in a Holofcener film — which, here, include Louis-Dreyfus’ buddy (Toni Collette), her sarcastic daughter (Tracy Fairaway) and her daughter’s needy pal (Tavi Gevinson) — are so vivid and basically good that you wish the movie could spend more time with them. That’s because, like most of us, they are filled with humor, ambivalence, foolishness and regret. That’s because they feel real.

There’s nothing flashy about a Holofcener movie. She works in miniature, creating characters so rich and recognizable and, yes, self-involved that, no matter how many mistakes they make, what we want for them to do is get it right. Which you sense they would do, if they could just get out of their own way. There is, for instance, the guy Louis-Dreyfus massages every week, always grumbling to herself that she wishes he would help her up the stairs with her unwieldy massage gear.

Finally, at the end of the movie, she stops grumbling and asks for help — and, sure enough, he is eager to pitch in.

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